This part of Bill’s story was particularly difficult to recreate.  I was out in S’Anthony with Bill when it happened, so I certainly don’t have any first-hand knowledge of it.  While the Council of Nine and the Peacemaker-Hierarchy have denied the truth regarding the existence of the Feuerhammer, and by implication the discussions had about it, what I relate to you did happen.  Several persons acknowledged as much when I was interviewed after I turned Bill in.  I developed relationships with some of the people involved in the plot to murder Bill and got additional information about the plot during meetings with them and others over the last several years.  While my account has been dismissed by the Hierarchy, the fact that it has been denounced and denied so thoroughly should convince you that it is true.
            Accounts differ as to who exactly attended the meeting, but everyone I talked to agreed that the following people were there:

1. Kenton Hodges, Governor of the Districts;
2. Constance Shaw, Senior Justice of the Council of Nine;
3. Arthur Holden, Superintendant of the Peacemaker Force;
4. Anthony Calhoun, Chief Judge of the Intermediary Board;
5. Dick Shelton, Peacemaker (Ret.); and
6. Hodges’ secretary (the people I talked to in preparing this book did not agree on the secretary’s name, but most people believed it was Linda, so that is the name I used).
   -- Excerpted from Luke Holloway’s Biography of Bill Sheppard

            “He said he was the Firehammer, huh?” Art Holden asked absentmindedly while scratching some stubble around his chin.  Holden’s official title was Superintendant of the Peacemaker Force; he oversaw the training and day-to-day operations of Peacemakers.  A rogue Peacemaker, like Bill Sheppard, while technically under no one’s jurisdiction, became his responsibility if for no other reason than the fact that trouble rolls downhill.  Holden sat at a long, rectangular table with a few others listening to Dick Shelton report on his recent encounter with Bill Sheppard.
            “Well, the ‘hammer’ part is all I heard clearly, sir,” Shelton answered nervously, “I didn’t quite catch the first word.  It sounded like ‘fire’ to me.”
            Kenton Hodges, the Governor of the Districts, had his secretary slide a note to Holden that read “Does he mean Feuerhammer?”  Holden ignored the note and kept his attention focused on Shelton.
            “Well, thanks for your report on this, Dick,” Holden said while getting up and walking to the end of the table where Shelton sat in a wheelchair, “I know it wasn’t easy getting down here, but we needed to hear this from you in person, not just the standard written report.  We’ll make sure your pension reflects what you sacrificed for the Districts.”
            The two men shook hands and Shelton said, “I appreciate it, sir, I really do.”
            “Think nothing of it, Dick, least we could do.  Now just go on out the door, Linda there’ll make sure you’re taken care of.”
            Linda, Hodges’ secretary, looked to Hodges for approval.  He nodded his assent and she rose from her seat.  She helped wheel Shelton out of the room, closing the door as he left.  She turned to sit back down, but Hodges waived her off and she left the room.  No one heard the door shut behind her.
            Holden, who had already returned to his seat and sat down, said, “Well ain’t that some shit?”
            “I’m glad that you think it appropriate to speak so informally during such important meetings, Arthur, but I’d like to know what you intend to do about this mess,” demanded Constance Shaw, the Senior Justice of the Council of Nine.  Holden considered Shaw for a moment while deciding how to respond.
Shaw’s meteoric rise to the head of the Council came quickly, almost too quickly for the comfort of most people, and resulted from of an impressive combination of legal intelligence, political skills, and, most important, fear.  She was the first female Peacemaker to make it out of training and experienced more hazing than practically all other Peacemakers combined.  She was belittled, humiliated, and picked apart daily for mistakes that her male colleagues never had to worry about.  Despite the constant scrutiny, Shaw handled the abuse, physical, mental, and possibly sexual, remarkably well, never once cracking or trying to quit.  Holden heard rumors that she would go home and yell, kick, scream, and cry herself to sleep almost every night during her first year.  Realizing that pity, self-consciousness, and fear didn’t get her anywhere, she discarded most of her emotions and focused solely on the work.  It took about a year, but she grudgingly won the respect of her colleagues by being just that damned good at her job.  Because of her background, she didn’t tolerate mistakes from others.  Holden knew not to get on her bad side, but Bill Sheppard killing his Peacemakers wasn’t helping.  While Shaw’s involvement normally meant trouble, Holden wasn’t too worried by her interference; he knew enough to protect himself if the Council started looking for a fall guy.  That being said, he didn’t care for Shaw’s attempt to place the blame for Bill Sheppard on him.
            “I don’t know if there’s much I can do at this point, Justice Shaw,” Holden retorted angrily, “If word gets out that Bill’s gone and made himself the Feuerhammer, there ain’t too many people likely to stand in his way.”
            “I’m curious exactly what this is all about.  I understand that Bill Sheppard is calling himself the Feuerhammer, but why?  What is he trying to accomplish with this?  What does he expect to get?” the Governor interjected in an attempt to take control of the meeting.
            Shaw and Holden shot each other concerned looks.  Neither felt that letting the Governor attend the meeting would bring about any good, but the Governor, whose interest peaked after reading Shelton’s report on the ex-Peacemaker, made it clear that he wanted to be involved in anything relating to Bill Sheppard in the slightest way.  While Shaw and Holden could normally get a governor replaced with minor inconvenience, Hodges was not a normal governor.  He started out as a Proponent and made a name for himself battling the moneyed interests and standing up for people who couldn’t stand for themselves.  After about ten years as a Proponent, Hodges set his eyes on politics.  He started out as magistrate of a Sub-District and got elected Governor before people had time to notice what happened. 
Hodges campaigned on a platform to end corruption in the legal and government structure, especially among the Peacemakers.  The message resonated with the people and the more acute politicians up for election that year, and Hodges managed a small but comfortable victory.  Had Badlanders, who were more often than not the victims of corruption, been able to vote, Hodges would have won in a landslide. (1)  All of this made it risky to try a coup, even a bloodless one, so early in his administration.  And were Shaw and Holden to press forward with a more violent plan, they feared that Hodges would probably survive.  He quickly demonstrated an impressive political acumen and a willingness to get his hands dirty, pushing through multiple reforms during his first year in office that most considered impossible; his eloquent speeches and inspiring rhetoric had little, if anything, to do with it.  The person who underestimated Hodges always paid a price, and Shaw and Holden were well aware of that.
The Chief Judge of the Intermediary Board, Anthony Calhoun, tried to ease the tension in the room.  “Governor Hodges, I think that perhaps it would be best not to have this conversation in your presence.  Plausible deniability becomes important when . . .”
            “Can the shit, Tony,” Hodges said derisively, “Sheppard is gunning down Proponents, Opponents, and Peacemakers on my watch!  I made a promise to cleanup the Districts, and he’s making me look bad.  I’m the Governor, damn it!  I think I’m entitled to discuss this with the three of you.”
            “Not this,” Holden muttered under his breath.
            “What’s that?” Hodges asked sharply.
            “Nothing, Governor Hodges, it’s just that this is a delicate matter that you may not want to get involved in.”
            Shaw saw an opportunity to get Hodges out of the room and decided to pursue it.  “I think that Superintendant Holden is correct, Governor.  A rogue Peacemaker is always a dangerous thing, but especially when the rogue Peacemaker in question is Bill Sheppard.  Sheppard was one of our best, sir, and I’m afraid that dealing with him will call for a plan that . . .  How can I put this?  I think that the way that Sheppard is dealt with will likely be inconsistent with your reform program and may reflect negatively on the ethical standards you have set for the Districts.”
            Hodges considered that carefully.  Shaw and Holden didn’t exactly hate each other, but they certainly were not friendly.  The fact that the two agreed on something gave him concern, but he couldn’t ignore the possibility that dealing with Sheppard may come back to haunt him.  “I’ll need some basic information, just enough to talk intelligently when this matter gets resolved.”
            “Of course, Governor,” Shaw said soothingly.
            “I don’t know if it’s wise to . . .” Calhoun started.
            “Anthony,” Shaw interrupted, “Governor Hodges is an adult.  He can make his own decisions.”
            “I understand your concerns, Tony,” Hodges said evenly, “but I have to be let in on this.  If it blows up in my face, I’ll need to be able to talk about it in a way that doesn’t sound like I’m just regurgitating talking points.”  Hodges turned to face Shaw as she had clearly taken control of the meeting.  “I already know about Bill Sheppard . . .”
            Holden started coughing wildly for no apparent reason and then apologized.
“As I was saying,” Hodges continued with a none-too-subtle amount of anger, “I know about Sheppard, but I don’t know that much about the Feuerhammer.  It’s my understanding that the term is pre-Common. (2)   From what little I’ve been able to learn leading up to today, the Feuerhammer is a myth dating back to pre-Code times.  I recall it having something to do with a man who ended a corrupt order and started a new era of peace and social evolution.  Do I have the gist of it down?”
            “That’s in line with my general understanding, but I’m hardly an expert on pre-Code mythology,” Shaw quickly turned her gaze from the Governor to face Calhoun, “Anthony, I understand that you’re something of a history buff.  Could you assist our Governor?”
            Calhoun swallowed his anger.  The last thing he wanted to do was go on record talking about the Feuerhammer.  While he could normally rely on his trademark laugh to extricate himself from complicated subjects like this one, he knew better than to try it on Justice Shaw.  Reluctantly, Calhoun educated Governor Hodges on the Feuerhammer.
“The Feuerhammer myth, as you said, dates back to pre-Code times, a period of extreme chaos and corruption among the ruling order.  From what I understand, one man is alleged to have waged a war against the ruling class.  He did it by force, by violence.  People said he came down like a hammer on the enemies of justice and of fairness.  He came at them with guns blazing like they were on fire.  He’s alleged to have had red hair, too, which I assume is partially responsible for the name.
            “The Firehammer, as we would call it in Common, is considered to be a reformer of sorts, a person who cleans up the mess that the corrupt order makes.  The Firehammer operated outside the law and brought about a greater good by doing it.  In the myth, the Firehammer is killed, but his fight brought about several important reforms.  On a basic level, the Firehammer is nothing more than a fable warning those in power to act responsibly.  But you can see how dangerous the story could be if the wrong person were to utilize it and why it has resonated with politically powerless, especially the Badlanders.  They would love the idea of a man running around outside the Code attacking the power structure.”
            “Is that why it’s so hard to find out anything about the Firehammer?” Hodges asked with a smile on his face, “I’d imagine it wouldn’t be good for the Districts if every Badlander went around waiting for the Firehammer to bring about a new order.”
            “I’m not sure why there is so little written about the Firehammer, Governor,” Shaw added.  Holden rolled his eyes and did his best not to grunt.  “But I hope you can see why we can’t have a man like Sheppard saying that he is the Firehammer.  We don’t want someone as deadly as him acting without impunity, believing he can do whatever he wants in the name of fighting alleged corruption.”
            “I agree that this man cannot be allowed to operate outside the Code.  I assume that you will take the necessary measures to bring him to justice in accordance with the provisions of the Code,” Hodges said in a routine fashion.
            “It will be done, Governor,” Shaw said while looking over some paperwork, “I don’t think that you need concern yourself with this matter any longer.  Sheppard will answer for what he’s done, the Code will see to it.”
            “Good, good,” the Governor rose from his chair, walked to the door, and opened it, “Please keep me updated on your efforts.  I hope we won’t have this problem hanging over our heads for much longer.”  The Governor closed the door and Shaw, Holden, and Calhoun were silent for a few moments before Shaw spoke up.
            “I wonder if you could tell me, Arthur, just why it is that your Peacemakers haven’t been able to take care of Bill Sheppard yet.”
            “I didn’t realize that the Peacemakers still belonged to me,” Holden said while turning slightly red with anger before calming himself, “My memory is fading with age, but I don’t recall dispatching that dumbass Dick Shelton to deal with Bill Sheppard.  How is it that Shelton got the idea he should do anything other than go into the Badlands and ask questions about Sheppard?  I know I didn’t tell him to go there.  In fact, I’m pretty sure that all my orders relating to Sheppard since he ran off to the Badlands instructed Peacemakers to avoid a confrontation with anyone other than Sheppard himself.  I wonder how it is that not only Shelton, but also Stephen Cooper, that jackass who wouldn’t ah been a Peacemaker had it not been for his daddy calling in a few favors, ended up beating up and killing people who weren’t named Bill Sheppard?  You got any ideas, Justice Shaw?”
Shaw kept her eyes on her paperwork and responded with a complete lack of interest.  “With all due respect, Superintendant Holden, reports of corruption among Peacemakers have increased drastically since you assumed office.  I think it quite likely that you’ve let too many foxes into the henhouse, if you will, and this sort of foolish activity is the natural result.”
Before Holden could respond, Calhoun started talking.  “Justice Shaw, Superintendant Holden, I think we can all agree that we have a problem and that mistakes have been made.  What we need to do is focus on how to deal with Bill Sheppard.”
Holden gave Calhoun a hard look.  He respected Calhoun, thought he was a good man, and knew exactly why Calhoun never rose beyond the Intermediary Board, aside from the fact that he never served as a Peacemaker.  Calhoun’s problem was that he had no politics, no agenda to push.  He was more concerned with forging coalitions and getting things done than with promoting himself.  Holden knew that men who put the issues before their own interests were the ones he should listen to because those people didn’t speak through a filter, those people told the truth.  Holden grunted again and nodded his agreement.  “If it hadn’t ah been for that damned Vance Milligan, we wouldn’t be talking ‘bout Bill Sheppard right now,” Holden muttered.
“Mr. Milligan,” Shaw said with her normal icy tone, “one of my least favorite Feuerhammers.  While intelligent, he was frequently reckless.”
“Why couldn’t we have just let that whole thing go?” Calhoun was fully aware that the killing of Milligan could not be overlooked and asked the question only to play devil’s advocate.  Calhoun had been a very successful Proponent, especially in mediations.  He knew that the best way to come to a successful compromise was by talking about the real problem, not about the peripheral issues people considered important but were little more than distractions.  He also knew that he needed to get Shaw and Holden to agree to something early or he could forget about resolving the Sheppard problem.
“You can’t let someone kill the Feuerhammer and not retaliate, Tony!” Holden barked in response.
“As much as I disliked Mr. Milligan,” Shaw said with an agreeable tone, “Arthur is correct.  The different Feuerhammers over the years have done important work for us, and we can’t let someone kill the Feuerhammer without a response.  It would set a bad precedent.”
“But you can’t blame Sheppard for making Peace with Vance, he’d had it coming for a long time,” Holden grumbled.
            “Then the real issue is how to deal with those who hold the office,” Calhoun commented, “It seems like every ten years or so, there’s a problem with the person serving as Feuerhammer.  The Council appoints him and after a while he gets consumed with power and thinks he can do anything.”
            “I can’t believe Vance thought he could get away with a scam like that in front of Sheppard,” Holden said to no one in particular.
            “Operating outside of the Code will do that to a person,” Shaw commented while making revisions to a Council opinion.
            “We need to fix that if we don’t want to deal with someone like Sheppard killing the Feuerhammer every few years,” Calhoun began, “Perhaps we should reconsider the necessity of having a Feuerhammer?”
            Shaw immediately took her eyes off her work and glared at Calhoun.  “Don’t be stupid, Anthony.  The Feuerhammer has its problems, but serves a needed role.  I’d hate to think of how our government would function without it.”
            “Yeah, Tony,” Holden agreed while leaning in, “is this one of your cheap mediation tricks?  I’ll agree that there’ve made some mistakes with some of the people chosen to be the Feuerhammer over the years, but let’s not throw the baby out with the bathwater.  The Feuerhammer gets done what we need him to get done.”
            “Arthur is right, Anthony, the benefits of having someone function as the Feuerhammer outweigh the consequences of the mistakes made by people like Mr. Milligan,” Shaw added while returning to her paperwork.
“Very true, very true.  So I guess the issue is how to do a better job controlling the person selected to be the Feuerhammer.  Didn’t we try to rotate people in and out of the office every few years once?” Calhoun asked, sensing that he was making progress.
            “We don’t want to go back to that, we don’t need that blood,” Holden warned.  Holden made a name for himself by making Peace with Feuerhammers who refused to let go of their office.  He killed more than his fair share of people during his early days, and he didn’t want anyone else to experience the same thing.
            “That was a rather messy period,” Shaw agreed, “I think it would be best to avoid it if at all possible.”
            Calhoun nodded and pressed forward.  “Perhaps the thing to do would be not to tell the Feuerhammer that his or her services are no longer needed.  When the Council deems it advisable to make a change, the new Feuerhammer could be dispatched to inform the previous Feuerhammer of the new arrangement.  Is that acceptable to everyone?”
            Shaw looked up from her work and nodded her agreement.  Holden grunted his assent, and Calhoun calmly moved the conversation to the subject of Bill Sheppard.
             “Now that we have that out of the way, what should we do with Mr. Sheppard?”  Calhoun noticed that both Shaw and Holden stiffened slightly when he changed the subject.  He instinctively knew that he had no chance at coming to a real compromise and assumed that Shaw and Holden would pursue their own course of action regardless of any ostensible agreement he managed to produce.  That, of course, would cause more problems and lead to more meetings with the Governor.
            The three spent an hour-and-a-half talking about Bill Sheppard and the problems he had created, but never came to a real solution regarding exactly how to handle Sheppard, at least not one that Calhoun believed each would stick to.  Shaw and Holden eventually agreed that a special Peacemaker unit should be put together.  The unit would operate in the Badlands, relying on surveillance tactics instead of the normal investigative sweeps into S’Anthony.  It would keep its distance from Sheppard and not move against him without prior authorization in order to reduce collateral damage.  Under no circumstances would any person in the unit enter the Crosstown.  Reports would be filed with Holden and Shaw would be copied on all correspondence.
            “I want Brett Stone leading the unit,” Holden demanded after everything else had been agreed to.
            “Who?”  Shaw didn’t recognize the name, and it wasn’t lost on Calhoun. 
            “He’s a straight-up fella, has some militia experience from the Badlands Uprising.  He takes orders, does what he’s told, thinks when he needs to, but doesn’t question his superiors.  Stone’s the kind of guy we need running things.”
            Shaw considered Holden’s request.  She didn’t trust Holden because he wasn’t the type of man who let himself be controlled.  Shaw badly wanted to put someone she could handle in Holden’s position, but she was never able to pull it off.  While she had plenty to blackmail him with, she knew that Holden was capable of the same thing.  The result was an uneasy détente that neither party particularly cared for. 
Shaw knew that Holden was angling for something by asking that Stone be put in charge, but wasn’t sure exactly what.  Holden wouldn’t dare try and take control of the unit, he knew what would happen if it went wrong.  Further, he had never been one to grab favorable headlines, preferring instead to operate behind the scenes and the concomitant safety of inconspicuousness.  Shaw’s initial thought was to offer someone else to lead the unit, but she didn’t want to look too confrontational, at least not until she could determine what Holden was up to.
            “Are you sure it’s wise to send in someone who fought against the Badlanders?  If the Prefect (3) found out about it, he would run straight to Governor Hodges.  It could ruin everything.”
            “Justice Shaw has a point, Art,” Calhoun commented, “Ever since Bernard became Prefect, he’s been pushing for more rights for Badlanders.  If we send someone into the Badlands who fought for the Districts during the Uprising, it could get complicated.”
            Holden thought about it for a moment and said, “Let me handle, Bernard, we go way back.  I was Peacemaker for his District when he started out as an Opponent.  We had a good relationship, trusted each other.  He’ll understand.  Besides, if we send in a unit, we won’t be sending in Peacemaker after Peacemaker looking for Sheppard.  We’ll be able to ease up our overall presence.  That alone should make him happier ‘en a pig in shit.”
“Why are you so insistent on Stone, Arthur?  There have to be other men who can do what he does.  Why bring Badlands politics into all of this?” Shaw asked with a little too much exasperation.
            “Because we need a man we can trust running the show!  With all due respect, Connie, I know you think I’m just some hick, and I ain’t disagreeing with you, but I know the difference between good and bad Peacemakers.  If we end up with a guy like Shelton or Cooper leading the unit, then it’ll be worse than it already is.  We had a heap a dead bodies before Sheppard decided he’s the Feuerhammer, how do you think it’s going to get now?  I’m telling ya’ll both, we got to do this one right.  Stone’s the man for the job. We’ll sleep easy with him running things.”
            Shaw relented, but made clear her true feelings.  “Fine, fine, go ahead with this man Stone.  But if he makes a mistake, Arthur, you will pay the price.  Understand?”
            Arthur nodded. 
            “If that’s everything,” Shaw said while rising, “I really must be going.  It was nice seeing you both again.  Anthony, I look forward to seeing you next week at the Precepts Revision Conference.  Arthur, always a pleasure.”
            The two men stood up as Justice Shaw walked out of the room, her briefcase in her left hand. 
            “Still got a hell of a body for a gal her age,” Holden commented to no one in particular, “Too bad she’s such a goddamned bitch.  You think she’ll live up to the agreement we made today, Tony?”
            “I’m sure she’s thinking the same thing about you, Art.  What was all that mess with Stone anyway?”
            “Just what I said.”
            “Don’t bullshit me, Art, we go back too long.”
            “Reason I wanted Stone to do the job is ‘cause he’ll do it right and won’t let anyone get in his way.”
            Calhoun weighed that for a moment.  He pulled a flask from his jacket, tossed it over to Holden and asked, “So, what useless sack of shit do you think she’ll send after Sheppard next?”
            Holden took a long pull from the flask and tossed it back to Calhoun.  “She’s desperate, she’ll get a pro.”
            “What the hell made her use Cooper and Shelton anyway?” Calhoun asked before taking a sip.
            “Well, despite their flaws as Peacemakers, they were good at killing folks.  Frankly, I’m a little surprised one of ‘em didn’t make Peace with Sheppard.  But to answer your question, the reason she chose ‘em was ‘cause those boys were dumb as hell.  She wasn’t gonna have to worry ‘bout them trying to blackmail her with it or asking for something in return.  Those jackasses were probably just honored to be working directly for the Ice Queen and thought the sky’s the limit if they get the job done.  I figure she’d have ‘em killed soon as she heard Sheppard was dead, neither of ‘em had the brains to think ahead and prepare for something like that.”
            “The thing I can’t figure out, though, Art,” Calhoun said while tossing Holden the flask, “is why she’s taken such an interest in having someone make Peace with Sheppard.  I don’t recall her getting personally involved in a situation like this before.”
            Holden’s eyes narrowed as he focused his mind on the implications of what Calhoun had just said.  “I’ve been wondering the same thing, Tony.  I’ve been wondering the same thing.”

            Governor Hodges took his private train back to the Prime Polis.  After sitting alone in his office for about an hour, he called in his closest advisors to discuss the Sheppard problem and ordered them to find out the truth about Bill Sheppard, Vance Milligan, and everything else. 
“I get the sense that Shaw, Calhoun, and Holden are keeping something from me,” Hodges explained, “and I want to know what.  Be discreet, I don’t want them to find out that I’m conducting my own investigation into the matter.  I just want to know what exactly made Sheppard such a priority and why Holden is throwing so much after this guy.  Report everything to the Chief of Staff, got it?”
            Hodges told all of his advisors, except for Geoff Ewing, his Chief of Staff and most trusted advisor, to leave.  When everyone but Ewing had left, the Governor got straight to the point.
            “They’re trying to pull something over on me, Geoff, and I don’t like it.  This is going to blow up in my face, I just know it.  We have to find a way to deal with Sheppard on our own, it’s the only way I can be protected.”
            “Should we try and make Peace with him?”
            “That’s going to have to be an option, but I get the feeling that Sheppard will be worth more alive.”
            Geoff thought about that for a moment and then asked, “Which one do we have to worry about, Governor?  Shaw, Holden, or Calhoun?”
            “Holden, it’s got to be Holden.  He tries that simple country boy shit, but he’s never fooled me.  He’ll try to deal with this on his own, Geoff, mark my words.”
            “Not Shaw?”
            “I thought about that, but using Shelton and Cooper isn’t really her style.”
            Ewing made a mental note to make sure that the Governor was correct and then continued the conversation, “Will Holden suspect anything, Governor?”
            “Hell no, Geoff, I pulled it off right.  I said I knew a thing or two about the myth, but nothing specific.”
            “As long as they don’t think you’re up to anything, it’ll be easy.  Don’t do anything to arouse their suspicion right now.  We don’t want to attract any attention.  Just keep doing what you normally do, Governor, and you’ll be fine.”
            “And what is it that I do, Geoff?” Hodges asked while pulling a bottle of whiskey from his desk drawer.
            “You reform the broken system of government and give the powerless a voice, Governor.”  The two men shared a long laugh at that.

            Justice Shaw boarded her train thirty minutes after leaving the meeting.  She met her clerk at the station and had him follow her into her office.  The clerk closed the door and took his seat across from her desk.  He didn’t say a word and waited for Justice Shaw to speak.  She looked over some new papers that her clerk had laid out for her.  After a few minutes, Shaw wrote a name on a piece of paper, folded it, and handed it to her clerk.
            “Get in touch with that man.  Tell him you know someone who wants to meet him,” Shaw said while reading over an appellate brief.
            “Should I . . .”
            “Did I tell you to do anything else?”
            “No, Justice Shaw.”
            Shaw returned to her paperwork.  She looked up a few seconds later and asked, “Are you still here?”

Shaw’s clerk got up from his chair and immediately went about completing his task.

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